Page 155 of Already At Risk
I had no idea how to resist him, either. Not now, in the middle of traffic, and not before, in a conference room at Gardner Law.
“Mm,” Cameron hummed, sounding satisfied. “You love when my hands are between these thighs, don’t you?”
He hooked a finger beneath the hem of my underwear, and I sucked in, clutching the door handle.
“Among other things,” I said after getting a hold of myself.
“Fuck.”
Cameron readjusted his grip on the steering wheel, and all I could do was stare at the veins in his hand as the fingers on his other one tugged my underwear to one side.
I was panting now, heart racing, palms sweating. Cameron’s body seemed just as tense, and it was deeply gratifying to know that I had the ability to affect him—this normally calm, cool, collected man—as much as he affected me.
Shifting in my seat, I tried to spread my legs wider, give him better access, becauseoh my God, I needed it. I needed him to actually touch me instead of ghosting his fingers over my slit.
“Natalie.” Cameron’s voice was hard, and I was glued to it. “Who’s allowed to touch this pussy besides you?”
He swiped two fingers between my legs, letting them drift over my clit, and I released a whimper.
Again. I needed him to do itagain.
But he stopped, fingers hovering until I answered him.
“My boyfriend,” I answered breathily. “Only my boyfriend.”
“God, baby.” Cameron made a guttural noise, his entire body reacting to that. We hadn’t used titles yet, but I knew it was only because he was waiting for me to be ready. And I was so much more than ready for this to officially be everything that it was. He rewarded me, his fingers making another pass through my pussy. “And who’s that?”
I squirmed when he stopped again, waiting for my answer.
“You.”
“Fuck right it’s me,” Cameron growled and then gave me what I wanted, thrusting inside me and causing a gasp to fly from my lips. And then his thumb grazed my clit, moving in tiny flicks, and I nearly lost it, gripping the handle on the door harder and flinging my head back, eyes squeezed shut because it was justsogood.
“So fucking glad we both know now that you’re mine,” he rasped, slowly working his fingers in and out of me. “And this pussy is mine. Isn’t that right?”
I barely managed a nod, and Cameron curled his fingers, hitting a spot inside me that felt like a reward but was really a reprimand.
“Yes,” I cried. “Yes, Cameron. Baby.”
“Oh, hell,” he groaned, and I saw him shake his head out of the corner of my eye. “You have no fucking idea what it does to me to hear you say my name like that.”
I moaned, the only feasible response when he was playing with my pussy so expertly. Somewhere in my consciousness, I realized that other cars were all around us, that even though no one would really be able toseeanything, it was conceivable that we weren’t being discreet. But God, it only heightened the experience. And it was almost like Cameron was reminding me that the thrill of us wasn’t over. That he was going to continue to show me what sex could be like, butonlywith him.
“Yes, be loud for me, Natalie,” he encouraged, even as I felt thecar round a corner. My eyes flicked over, watching him expertly turn the wheel with one hand while he continued to work me over with the other. “We’ve had to be so quiet lately. Are you going to let me hear you tonight?”
I nodded.
“Good girl,” he murmured as he pulled into a parking lot I didn’t recognize. “I can’t wait.”
And then he slipped his fingers from inside me, readjusted my underwear so it was back in place, and pulled my skirt back down.
I stared at him, in a mix of horror and arousal, as he flashed me a playful smirk and sucked his fingers clean.
“Ready?” he asked, as though he hadn’t just fingered me toalmostcompletion.
“I— But—” I wiggled in my seat, crossing one leg over the other to try to appease the ache between my thighs.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” His grin was practically diabolical. “Did you want to come?”
